He sensed Faisal before he heard him. He’d always been able to. That shiver to the air, the tang of spices, and a punch to his gut that he’d felt from the first night, the first moment he’d laid eyes on Faisal. He heard Faisal crossing the roof to his side. They were the same height, and Faisal stared at his profile as if he’d never seen him before, taking in the tanned lines and his stubble, and the ragged tear in his ear from Cook’s gunshot.
